While most folks are shoveling sidewalks and driveways,
the Flower is diligently digging snow off her deck.
Why would I make a path to nowhere?
The bunnies, of course.
Their yard in under the deck. They have not been out for days.
They dislike snow, but more than that, they hate to be dripped on.
Before they can leave the comforts of their bunny room in the basement,
the snow must be removed.
Melting will not do, because melting means dripping.
It’s been a tough week inside for the bunnies.
Barley seems depressed.
It could be indigestion. He ate some bristles off the broom while my back was turned.
Charlotte is bored. She has been throwing the hay pan in protest.
They have been keeping busy inside. But they need to get back outside.
That’s why I shoveled a path to the deck railing.
So I could throw snow over it to the ground below.
It’s all about the bunnies here.
If you don’t believe me, ask Mr. Flower. He’ll tell you.
I knew I could count on RBG
to accurately evaluate the snow situation.
Love those tiny snow boots!
I took all these photos today.
I started the day in the Appalachian Mountains with snow and ice.
Then we headed home to sunshine and flowers.
No plane involved. It’s amazing!
I really do love living in North Carolina.
Where else can you switch seasons in 90 minutes?
The snow said that we had many visitors while we slept last night.
It said many deer came in the gardens to eat mondo grass and green shoots.
It said there were large deer running down the hill and a small deer walking up.
It said that someone small took cover in this hollow tree.
Something tiny hid in this overturned trough.
Oh look. It is still here. Good morning Miss Wren.
The snow said sometimes the wind blew,
but most of the time the snow fell strait down softly.
It said the neighbors’ beagle walked through our carport.
He chooses the path with the least snow resistance.
The snow also said that a coyote had been in the woods, after the snow stopped falling.
It told me the wind was blowing by flying in my face. This made me laugh.
This trail said that Flower is back home and that Mr. Flower has not used the new snow shovel that she bought for him. Ha.
Flaky confetti fell last night.
Nature was partying as we slept.
Now my flowers are covered in flakes.
Wearing snow on their heads like fancy fascinators.
At least none look hungover.
I set out to discover different tracks in the snow.
I did locate several sets of interest.
My regret is not including something to reference scale. I tried a dime, but it sunk in the powdery snow.